I’ve reached the point that I adopt the same attitude back. Like, genuinely told myself “No, fuck these thoughts, we ain’t having this shit tonight”, into just kinda almost meditating myself to sleep.
Probably not a healthy coping mechanism, but it works?
An unfrosted Double Dutch, at that.
That is an offense in itself. You’re making it that large, toss on the fudge or Dutch chocolate icing with it.